Chapter 296 Splicing everything together

"That guy Zhang Xianguang is willing to join Dachang City and become your teammate?" Liang Wensong said in disbelief.

Liang Xingyang nodded and said: "So the crisis has been resolved. You should make a road guide to the post office as soon as possible so that we can enter and exit the post office at any time."

"Don't worry, I prepared the envelope in advance."

Liang Wensong walked to a cabinet, rummaged through it, found two yellow envelopes, and gave them out.

One is written "Liang Xingyang" and the other is written "Yang Jian".

When the recipient receives the letter from the post office, it will be tainted with the curse of the post office.

If you need to call the post office, you only need to open the envelope.

And at this moment.

Yang Jian, who was sleeping on the recliner, suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from the ghost dream world.

With the help of Yang Xiao, the process of identifying the owner went very smoothly. He established contact with the vicious dog and became Guimeng's new owner.

After Yang Jian woke up, he got his own envelope.

"Do you have any clues about how to control Luo Wensong's puzzle? Do you need our help?" Liang Xingyang asked.

Liang Wensong said: "We already have an idea. According to my speculation, to inherit Luo Wensong's puzzle, we must first control that black gown."

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly: "Why do you think you must wear a black gown? The ghost who knocked on the door was wearing a black gown, and the ghost who opened the door also had a black gown. Which one are you talking about?"

Liang Wensong answered: "No, the source of the black gown is hidden in Room 601 on the sixth floor. My guess comes from the ghost newspaper! At first, the newspaper ghost and the ghost newspaper complemented each other supernaturally, forming a sky full of red paper ghosts, and at the same time, the red paper ghosts were derived.

Paper can return to blood-stained newspapers."

"Luo Wensong seems to have arranged everything a long time ago, using the black gown as a medium to allow the decomposed supernatural puzzle pieces to return smoothly one day."

He continued calmly, "However, I can't take you into that room, so I need ghost porcelain and a ghost necklace to prevent my body from being controlled after putting on the black gown and being unable to exit smoothly."

The curse of the post office can protect his consciousness. As long as he is in the post office, his consciousness will be immortal. However, the curse cannot help him resist supernatural attacks on his body, so he can only make other plans.

Liang Xingyang felt that the plan was feasible and said: "We don't need to go to so much trouble. The ghost blood will help you suppress the black gown. You can bring this garment out and we will be there to help."

He found two blue and white porcelain bowls from the post office. Scarlet blood oozed from his wrists and flowed into the bowls.

Liang Wensong raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment, and found that this method was simpler and more effective than his method.

He took two porcelain bowls filled with blood and disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he took out the strange black gown on the hanger from Room 601.

However, blood was splashed on the black gown, making it look bloody. The ghost blood invalidated the supernatural power, so no supernatural phenomena occurred on this strange garment, and he was now holding it very safely in his hands.

Yang Jian said calmly: "If you need it, the ghost can temporarily take over your body and help you quickly piece together the supernatural puzzle."

Liang Wensong was a little surprised, and suddenly found that his knowledge of supernatural aspects was a bit shallow compared to these two people.

Even though I had the experience of using ghosts in the island country, now, when I compare with them, I can immediately distinguish the obvious gap.

These thoughts passed away in a flash.

After thinking clearly, Liang Wensong did not pretend to be polite, but directly and generously accepted Yang Jian's help.

Under Yang Jian's body, darkness gathered, and a tall black figure stood up slowly from the ground. The black figure had a strange face, which was like a face painted with blood. This face was exactly the same as Yang Jian's.

, lifelike, as if it were rubbed on.

Liang Xingyang was not idle either. He opened the box where the knocker was kept.

The ghost's heart suddenly stopped. There was no way to suppress the six fierce ghosts, but the body of the terrifying old man huddled in the box showed no signs of revival.

"Knocker..."

Yang Jian murmured, his face expressionless, but his eyes were extremely complicated.

The ghost slave of Knock Knocker spread the Knock Knock curse on the forum, causing a supernatural incident to occur in No. 7 Middle School. This was the beginning of everything.

But today, I have to come to a complete conclusion.

Liang Xingyang's expression moved, and the ghost heart was pulsing in his heart, pulling the ghost blood.

The scarlet blood squirmed as if it were alive, flowing down from under the black gown and returning to his body.

This is the supernatural complementarity between ghost heart and ghost blood.

The ghost heart makes up for the ghost blood's inability to move and gives the ghost blood the ability to flow. The ghost blood corrects the ghost heart's erratic beating rhythm, making the fatal murder pattern easier to trigger.

Liang Wensong took a deep breath on the side, nervousness and hesitation flashed through his mind, and finally turned into determination, and he resolutely put on the bloody black gown in his hands.

But the moment he put it on.

The strange black gown was fluttering in the wind, and two skinny old man's palms protruded from the cuffs on the left and right sides, grabbing his palms violently.

pain!

Cold sweat ran down Liang Wensong's forehead, and an extremely severe pain came from his grasped hand, which made his expression uncontrollably distorted.

The two skinny old man's palms were tightly stuck to the flesh of Liang Wensong's palms, and they quickly infested like maggots attached to the bones.

This strange black gown seemed to be being pulled by someone. It fluttered strangely a few times. A certain cold air filled the air and began to cling tightly to the body.

cold!

Liang Wensong suddenly realized that something was wrong. A strong coldness was eroding his whole body. He could clearly feel that the vitality of his body was passing away at an incredible speed.

His youthful appearance is getting older at a speed that is visible to the naked eye. His skin is covered with wrinkles, age spots appear, and his hair is graying every inch. In just a few seconds, it seems as if he has gone through decades of vicissitudes.

If an ordinary person had put on this strange clothes, he would have been killed by now. However, a coldness spread in his mind, and the curse of the post office preserved his consciousness.

But then, Liang Wensong's face became blurry, and a strange memory invaded his mind, as if he was becoming another person.

He couldn't bear it any longer and roared: "I can't control this dress. My body is aging and my memory is being eroded. Yang Jian, I need help."

"Stay calm. You won't die in the post office. I will try my best to help you regain control of your body."

But as soon as Yang Jian finished speaking, Liang Wensong fell into a coma, his head hung down, and his life or death was uncertain.

Yang Jian's pupils shrank and he strode over. The ghostly shadow penetrated like ink and instantly took over his body.

The nine scarlet ghost eyes on the tall ghost figure all opened. Under the influence of an incredible supernatural suppression, this weird black gown stopped floating and became calm.

But in the current situation, Liang Wensong's aging body cannot recover, and he can't even regain his consciousness. It seems that the curse of the post office has failed.

"The black gown is assimilating him into Luo Wensong's appearance!"

Liang Xingyang stared at that face, quickly calmed down, nailed the knocker with coffin nails, and threw it to Yang Jian.

The door-knocker is Luo Wensong's resurrected body after jumping from the sixth floor of the post office, but the door-knocker wandering in the post office also looks like Luo Wensong.

Now it seems that it is most likely caused by the black gown.

The tall ghost figure of Yang Jian stretched out his black and stiff ghost hand to catch the knocker, pulled out the coffin nails with his other hand, and then threw them back.

The nine ghost eyes were turning restlessly, spying on the ghost knocking in front of them.

The knocker was recovering, but was soon thrust into a dark ghostly shadow.

The slight sound of building blocks being spliced ​​kept ringing.

An old corpse was thrown out of the ghost like a residue that had been drained of all nutrients.

The derived black gown, the dim ghost that ages everything, an arm with powerful decaying supernatural power, the murder law that kills anyone who knocks on the door,

The supernatural power of the knocker was stolen by the ghost and spliced ​​into Liang Wensong's body, becoming one of the supernatural puzzle pieces.

"Next is the door opener."

Liang Xingyang frowned and stared at Liang Wensong, who had fallen into a coma. He had a bad feeling in his heart, but he still followed the plan and released the opener ghost from the ghost blood and threw it to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian is also unambiguous. The ghost shadow seems to be transformed into a black hole, stealing the derived black gown, the killing law that will lead to death when opening the door, and the killing law that will lead to death when turning off the lights, and simply and crudely spliced ​​it onto Liang Wensong's body.

Another old corpse was thrown out.

However, this corpse was just an unlucky messenger who was killed by a demon and then took over his body. Even his original appearance was changed by the black gown.

Nowadays, several powerful supernatural beings who are bound to die have gathered together, to the extent that even Yang Jian would change his face.

Yang Jian's ghostly figure pulled away from this old body without hesitation and quickly returned to his own body.

But despite losing the control of the ghost, Liang Wensong's old body still stood there with his head lowered and lifeless.

He neither collapsed nor showed any signs of waking up.

Don't wait for them to observe more.

The floor of the post office hall was cracked, and the clean tiles were chipped inch by inch.

The moment the corpses were successfully spliced ​​was like waking up a terrifying ghost that had been sleeping for many years. Not only that, but the entire ghost post office also changed.

The post office was shaking and shaking, as if there was a strong earthquake.

at the same time.

"Chichi..."

The light bulbs in the hall suddenly flickered, and the lights flickered on and off, seeming to have a tendency to eventually go out.

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